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frantic-fiction · 2 months

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Lose Yourself 18+

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Astarion x f!reader, Astarion x f!Tav

Summary: During a feeding Astarion gets worked up and a bit too excited. He's embarrassed, but it turns out Tav finds it incredibly hot.

Warmings: Smut MDNI, Premature ejaculation, dry humping, fingering, PnV Sex, overstimulation, comfort sex, blood

Word Count: 2.2k

Astarion's grip tightens against your jaw, tilting your head slightly more to give him better access to your neck. The initial chill of his bite has settled to a delicious icy throb. A moan rips from your kiss-swollen lips, relishing the feeling of your blood flowing into his greedy mouth. You scratch your nails against Astarion’s scalp, combing through his tousled curls. A smile streches you lips when a shiver runs down his spine, and the hand grabbing your thigh tightens.

The majority of Astarion’s body weight is blanketing you. His hips slotted between your parted legs, mindlessly grinding against the inside of your thigh, too consumed by your blood to be fully in control. You rub his back, shoulders, neck, any skin you can get you wandering hands on and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. This has him purring into your neck and rutting faster against your body, chasing more pleasure.

This night, you had made sure to stock up on extra health potions and lesser restoration scrolls so Astarion could have his fill without worry of any repercussions on your health come morning.

And gods, you will be sure to make this a ritual from now on because seeing Astarion so lost in your body’s comfort, so relaxed and focused solely on his pleasure. It has your heart pounding and arousal pooling between your thighs.

Feeling the telltale signs that it’s time for Astarion to stop, you grab tightly at his shoulder giving him a little shake. “Star,” you slur.

Astarion sighs through his nose, taking one last sip before unlatching from your neck. He’s still lost in the haze of his feeding, eyes glossy and unfocused, trying desperately to meet your gaze. Tiny trickles of blood fall down his chin and onto your chest, where he messily laps the droplets with his tongue. Astarion’s hips are still pistoning against you, and little breathless gasps of pleasure escape his mouth. You swear you’ve never seen a more gorgeous sight. Then Astarion tenses, and with a choked sob of your name falls from his mouth, and he comes spilling onto your stomach.

The room stills.

Only the sounds of rapid breaths fill the room. Astarion’s eyes are wide open, and his mouth is agape, looking down at the mess on your stomach. You’re frozen, glued to the beads of sweat trailing down Astarion’s chest, moving down the planes of his stomach.

“Shit,” he backs away. An embarrassed flush–only evident due to the recent blood consumption– floods his face moving all the way to the points of his ears.

“Fuck,” you whimper needily, clenching against the rush of heat that simmers in your stomach.

Then Astarion lets you go, and you finally notice Astarion’s distress.

“I-that…shit,” Astarion stumbles over his words and hands you a cloth to clean yourself with. “I’m so–”

You pounce, and he catches you in his arms, looking startled. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence?” You growl, claiming his mouth in a chaste kiss, chasing the metallic taste off his lips. “That was so fucking hot.”

He clicks his tongue and lets go of you again. Backing away, Astarion starts picking up his scattered clothes. “Yes, I’m sure watching me cream myself like a boy being touched for the first time was just so attractive.” Astarion huffs and rolls his eyes. “Spare me,”

Feeling annoyed, you huff, knowing you need a different approach. Moving closer, you grab the clothes from Astarion’s hand, throw them to the side, and cup his jaw. You draw him into another kiss and trail a hand up the smooth skin of his chest, stopping to circle your thumb around his nipple. Astarion signs into your mouth and runs both his hands down your naked sides, pausing to squeeze your hips.

“My love, that was by far one of the most sexy things I’ve ever seen.” Voice low and seductive, your lips barely pulling away from him. “Seeing you lose control, drunk on my blood, on my body,”

Astarion shudders when you scratch your nails lightly down his chest before taking his hand in yours. Smiling wickedly, you peck his lips and pull away, ensuring he can see eyes.

“Hells, Star,” Pulling him, you guide his fingers to your dripping heat. “I’ve never been so turned on.”

This has the desired effect. Astarion’s nimble fingers instinctually begin exploring, and you bite back a moan. He pulls away quickly to examine his slick, covered digits. When Astarion meets your gaze, all embarrassment seems to vanish, and he’s pushing you back down onto the bed. He rests his forearms on either side of you, cradling your head. Astarion trails a thumb over the curve of your jaw. Your hands snake around his neck.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to having Astarion look at you like he is now. Like you hung the moon and crafted each star so he would never be alone at night. It overwhelms you with such love that all you can do is pull him down and capture his lips. The kiss has no urgency, just two lovers enjoying the soft embrace. It holds the warmth of a crackling campfire, its embers building to something that leaves you needing more.

Astarion coaxes your mouth open, and when you grant him access, he leads your tongue in a practiced dance. Feeling the tease of his razor-sharp fang, you moan, cupping the back of his head. You match the growing pace, hooking one leg over Astarion's hip to pull him flush against your body.

A groan rumbles through Astarion’s chest, and he gives a playful bite to your bottom lip, earning a squeak you will deny if asked about later. One of his hands moves down to delicately play with your breast, kneading softly before pinching your nipple between his finger and thumb. You break the kiss with a breathless gasp, tugging at Astarion’s roots, forcing a ragged groan from the elf. Astarion wastes no time to pepper kisses down the column of your neck.

“I don’t think I tell you enough, just how beautiful you are, darling.” He mumbles against your collarbone before sucking a bit of skin into his mouth and playfully teasing it between his teeth.

You chuckle, swing your other leg, and link them behind his back. “You tell me at least once a day, handsome,”

“You’re such a sap.” You tease and roll your hips up against Astarion’s cock, already swelling once again.

“See, not nearly enough.” He pulls away from the freshly marked skin.

“You, my love, are so breathtaking, exquisite, beautiful,” Astarion emphasizes each adjective with wet, open-mouth kisses down to your chest before beginning to suck another mark just above your heart.

He grunts, grinding back against you. “Only for you, my love.”

Astarion’s hand moves between your bodies to your neglected pussy. His deft fingers enter you with a wet squelch, and you instinctively buck into his palm. A whimper leaves your lips, and you dig your nails into the skin of Astarion’s shoulder. He set a pace that is both agonizing and toe-curling perfect.

“See what you’ve reduced me to, darling,” Astarion whispers sinfully, voice low and filled with temptation, his thumb finds your clit. He applies light pressure rubbing tight circles.

You throw your head, arching your back, clamping your thighs tighter around his waist. “Fuck, Star.”

Astarion picks up his pace just a notch; his mouth finds your neck again. “It’s all your fault.” He says before biting your ear.

You cry out his name, fisting the bedsheet, feeling the familiar coil building. You are so lost in your pleasure you barely notice Astarion is now rubbing his cock with his spare hand looking down at you with lidded eyes.

“M close Star.” You cry, bucking your hips against his palm. “Fuck.. don’t stop.”

“I am now merely a sappy, love-sick fool who just can’t control myself when it comes to you.”

Astarion is now pumping his fingers in and out of your sopping-wet cunt in a way that has your orgasm building quickly.

“That’s it, darling,” He groans, kissing you softly. “Let go for me,”

Electricity pulses through you, seizing every muscle, every nerve, and every cell of your body with blinding pleasure. You’re moaning and babbling nonsense and pulling him into a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue. Astarion continues his ministrations, helping you ride out your orgasm. Finally, when the heat simmers down, he pulls his fingers from your body, leaving you whining from the loss.

Astarion is quick to put your whines at ease. “Will you give me one more, my love, please?” Astarion practically begs, kissing you with the desperation of a starving man.

The tip of his swollen cock slides through your folds and teases your sensitive entrance. You barely have time to choke out a yes, please, before Astarion is plunging into you with a grunt. Instinctually, you clench around his length, loving the feel of the fullness Astarion always gives you.

“Shit..so tight,” Astarion groans and begins to thrust frantically into your heat. “Always so perfect.”

“Astarion.”

All decency, coordination, and softness was tossed away. Both of you were too sensitive, too desperate for the other, to care for anything but mindless pleasure. It was messy, feral, and perfect. Astarion devoured your mouth, groaning against your tongue. His hands couldn’t seem to stay in one place, constantly caressing, grabbing, and massaging any part of you he could hold.

You spread your legs wide and angled your hips, bucking against each one of Astarion’s deep thrusts. One of your hands cups Astarion’s jaw, keeping him close, and the nails of your other rake down his back, causing a violent shiver to run through Astarion’s body.

“M-more..ugh, please.” You gasp out between Astarion’s feverish kisses.

He nods in return and grunts into your open mouth. “Shit..ugh,”

With a strength you hope never to get used to, Astarion effortlessly switches your positions. Your hands are on his chest, knees framing his slim waist. He’s on his back, smirking smugly up at you. You giggle dumbly, feeling dizzy from the sudden movement. That giggle turns into a wanton moan as Astarion thrusts up into you, hitting a deeper spot inside of you.

“Yes... Star.” Using the hold he has on your hips, he moves your body to pick up the brutal pace from before. “Gods,”

You bounce on your knees in time with his thrusts, and the room is filled with the slick sound of skin slapping against skin and collective cries of ecstasy. The pleasure is almost too much, and you feel the pressure bubbling again. You try to say as much, but a wave of pleasure has you gasping mindlessly, head lolling to the side.

Astarion wants to feel you come undone around him. Lose yourself so he can lose himself with you. So you oblige his request and snake a hand between your legs just above where Astarion is fucking you and begin to rub your clit in time with his quick thrusts.

“Love, fuck..ngh,” he chokes on a moan. His thrusts are faltering and getting sloppier.

“T-touch yourself for me... I’m close.” He trails off grunting, but you don’t need words to know what he wants.

It’s all too much, the angle of Astarion’s hips hitting the sweet spot inside you over and over, the delicious grip of his hand on your body, the tenderness of your clit as you add more pressure. You’re so close and trying hard to keep looking at Astarion’s beautiful flushed face and wanting him to be your last image before you fall into black-out bliss. But it’s getting harder to keep your eyes focused. Your numb legs buckle, and you stumble forward; your orgasm is almost painful. It tears through your body, ripping pleasure from your trembling muscles and fried nerves. You bite into the flesh of Astarion’s pectoral to stifle your sobs of ecstasy.

“Fuck, darling, good girl.” Astarion praises, grinding your hips against his. “Shit... I’ve got you.” And with a few shallow, pitiful rolls of his body, Astarion is cumming with a deep guttural groan filling you with ropes of his warm come.

He drops boneless, and you pant against his chest, heart still pounding against your ribs. You both are like jelly melting into a puddle on the bedsheets. You feel the drag of Astarion’s fingertips drawing nonsense patterns on your back. Humming softly, you pepper kisses over his still heart.

“Shouldn’t be embarrassed ’round me,” you mumble, yawning against his skin, too tired to raise your head. The feeling of Astarion’s fingers felt like a sleep spell. “I love you. Nothing’s gonna change that.”

Astarion stiffens under you, hand stilling against your back, clearly taken back. It takes him a bit to respond, but you don’t rush him. Just continue to kiss his chest and melt further at the feeling of his hands on your skin. Content just being here with Astarion.

He clears his throat before saying thickly, “And I love you, darling.” Astarion moves slightly and pulls out of your tender cunt. In doing so, a gush of your combined juices spills down your thighs.

“Gross, now I feel sticky.” You puff, grimacing at the feeling.

“How about I draw us a bath?” You nod silently and he sits you both up. However you refuse to get off his lap, clinging to him like a sloth to a tree.

“Carry me?”

He kisses the crown of your head. “Always.” Astarion scoops you up and carries you along to the bath.

Heya, I quite like how this turned out. I love writing 'rougher' smut, but sometimes the tender stuff just hits ya know? Let me know what you thought. I hope Astarion didn't seem ooc.

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digitalbhumi · 2 years

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dahliadew · 1 year

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Danny Fenton assistant to the stars (dp x dc fanfic prompt)

After leaving Amity with little to nothing to his name and refusing any help from Vlad, Danny knows he needs a job, a home, and maybe some health insurance that would be really cool. So Danny applies to as many places as he can, barely looking at the job listing, just putting out as many resumes as possible. And just before he gives up entirely, he gets a callback! Who cares if it's from some shady place called Lex Corp? At this point, a job is a job; all he has to do is work as some weird rich guy's assistant. Great, he can do this; no one is worse than Vlad, and hey, the chances of another billionaire being a supervillain are like super low……. Right?

So Lex has a problem, and that problem is PR; with all the trouble with superman and the justice league, his public perception has been in the toilet lately, and well, he needs to do something before his stock prices fall even more. After looking at different ways to endear himself to the public, he looks to his neighbors across the bay in Gotham. Bruce when from the front page of every trashy tabloid to the face of parenting with his numerous adoptions. And well, he doesn't necessarily want to adopt a whole child but an intern that could work. So he puts a listing up looking for high school to college-age individuals who want experience in business management. Most of what he gets back is worthless until he gets a resume from one Daniel 'Danny' Fenton. Not only is he the son of two mad scientists, he had an early entry into the junior NASA program, but he's also the godson of one of his supervillain colleagues, Vlad Plasmius. So if he does hire him, he wouldn't have to hide any of his supervillain activities the lad may even be able to contribute to them.

However, in the background, Clack has been monitoring Luther's activity, and once he sees the innocent young man that he has coned into letting him parade around, he becomes concerned. And well, the daily planet has been looking for some new interns. Maybe he can convince the kid to work there instead. It would be for the best anyway, and it has nothing to do with the kid's incredibly slow heartbeat or may or may not have lifted some concrete off of someone during one of superman's battles. Ok, maybe it has something to do with the fact might be another surviving Krypton who was being taken advantage of by Luther. Or he might be a clone, but who knows? Either way, he's going to try to help the kid if only he would stop running away from him.

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growingstories · 3 months

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Lumberjack

Dennis had always been the golden boy. In high school, he had been the star football player, admired by his peers and adored by the cheerleaders. He had graduated with honors and married his high school sweetheart, Lisa, shortly after. Life seemed perfect for the young couple. After college, Dennis became a local lawyer, a position that provided him with stability and a comfortable income. However, as the years went by, Dennis found himself gaining weight. The blame fell on Lisa, who was an excellent cook and loved to indulge her husband's every culinary desire.

Despite his growing waistline, Dennis and Lisa's marriage seemed healthy. They enjoyed a passionate sex life, and Lisa had a way of luring him to stay home with her, ensuring that he became more and more dependent on her presence.

The controlling nature that had once seemed harmless started to become problematic for Dennis. Lisa had him wrapped around her finger, making decisions for him and dictating every aspect of his life. Dennis felt suffocated and longed for some freedom.

One fateful day, as Dennis was searching through his belongings, he stumbled upon a letter that Lisa had left behind. It was a divorce petition. Dennis was devastated. Feeling lost and unsure of what to do next, he turned to his best friend, Mike, for support.

Mike suggested they escape the chaos of their small town and retreat to Dennis's family cabin in the remote woods. With no car, electricity, or cellphone service, it would be a true getaway from the world they knew. The journey to the cabin was perilous, involving a two-hour walk through dangerous territory, filled with the constant threat of wolves and bears. Which meant that Dennis would have to stay in and around the cabin and be completely dependent on others. They reached the cabin, and Mike promised to check in with Dennis the next day while leaving him with enough food and supplies to last three days. Left alone in the cabin, Dennis's anger and frustration drove him to chop wood furiously, channeling his emotions into physical labor. The satisfying sound of the axe hitting the logs became his solace. But as the anger subsided, he found himself overcome with grief, and he sought solace in the comfort of food. Unbeknownst to him, Dennis devoured almost the entire stock of food Mike had left. He fell into an exhausted sleep, which lasted almost 14 hours, worn out from the emotional journey he had undergone. When Mike returned the next day, he was shocked to find the food stock empty. But he hadn't given up on his best friend. Mike came prepared again, bringing more food, promising to check on Dennis regularly to ensure his well-being. The visits became frequent as Dennis recovered from the pain of his broken marriage. The local hardware store owner, who had heard about Dennis's situation, also started bringing supplies and treats. Dennis found himself indulging as food became his only comfort.

As the days turned into weeks, Dennis's belly bulged, revealing the consequences of his excessive eating. Mike, worried about his friend's health, brought him bigger shirts to accommodate his growing frame. Determined to keep Dennis entertained, Mike also brought books and other forms of entertainment to combat the crippling boredom. With the arrival of spring, the need for wood diminished, making Dennis lazier by the day. He gained even more weight, his ever-expanding belly becoming his constant companion.

Mike and the hardware store owner continued to support Dennis, visiting less frequently but providing larger quantities of food each time. Every encounter gave Dennis a sense of validation, as he believed his muscles were growing beneath the layers of fat. His self-confidence soared, and he grew content with his life in the secluded cabin. One day, after a few weeks of isolation, Mike returned to the cabin. He was taken aback by the drastic change in Dennis. The once-fit ex-jock had transformed into a massive man, his stomach protruding outwards, making it difficult for him to catch his breath.

Worried for his friend's well-being, Mike felt it was time to intervene. Despite Dennis's happiness with his current lifestyle, Mike knew that enabling his excessive eating habits was not the answer. With a heavy heart, Mike convinced Dennis to come back to reality and resume his life in the town. Reluctantly, Dennis agreed and found himself in the office of a local law firm once again. He had no plans to lose weight or change his lifestyle; he had embraced his new body and was content with who he had become.

Despite his physical transformation, Dennis found happiness in his newfound acceptance of himself. He continued to work at the law firm and forged new friendships in town. People admired his confidence and zest for life, appreciating him for who he was rather than his physical appearance. Dennis lived his life unapologetically, relishing in the joy of good food and reveling in every moment. He had come a long way from the ex-jock who had been lured into a controlling marriage and found solace in food. Dennis had found his own version of happiness, one that allowed him to appreciate the fullness of life, both figuratively and literally.

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thegreatwicked · 1 month

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Star Wars Writing Resources

I write a lot of Star Wars content and in this post you will find all the resources I use and great little things I've found that might help you! Enjoy and show the authors some love! May the Force be with you!

Star Wars Writing Resources provided by @nimata-beroya and this post has SO MUCH to offer if you are writing in the Star Wars universe! There are galaxy maps, calendars, holidays, date converters, media chronology (movie/game/tv show order), hyperspace travel times, several name generators, reference guides to the Jedi Order, infomration on the Clones and Mandalorians, lore, health and medicine and technology, food and drinks, languages, etc! There's a lot here!

Disabilities Exist in Star Wars by @calltomuster this is a good look into the disabilities and the culture around them in the Star Wars universe. A very helpful read with some additional sources listed!

Comprehensive Lexacon Guide for First Time SW Fic Readers by @lightasthesun Wow. What a mouthful! I cannot tell you guys how much I use this one. It's not a clock, it's a chronometer. It's not coffee, it's caf. It's not a bathroom, it's a refresher. Like I said, super helpful.

List of Battles thanks to @monako-jinn-storiesfor linking this because I never would have thought to. It links to Wookipedia but still a great piece of information.

9 Incredible Crosssections Reveal the Architecture of Star Wars by @musewrangler A great visual guide if you're looking to play with the architecture in Star Wars.

A Resource Page for all Your Clone Related Needs by @karttaylir-darasuum Everything you need to write about Clones including their weapons, cannon, terminology, stock photos, things to avoid etc.

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 4 days

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04/23/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Vico Ortiz; Astroglide; Articles; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; Never Left Podcast; OFMD Colouring Pages; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

== David Jenkins ==

Chaos Dad popped out to send some love and support today!

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= Taika Waititi =

Well, Taika broke the internet today with his Belvedere commercial. Directed and starred in it. Be sure to open a window because it is hot.

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= Samba Schutte =

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== Vico Ortiz ==

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== Astroglide ==

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== Articles ==

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== Cast Cards ==

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== Love Notes ==

Hey there Lovelies. Happy Taika Tuesday! Did you have a good day today?

Dad's comments today brought out a lot of folks sharing their stories on therapy and I wanted to chat about it for a moment.

First of all, if you're delving out for the first time (or trying again after years of not going)-- just know, you're being really brave. Depending on where you come from and your background, mental health may not have been something that your family prioritized (or maybe it was but therapy was never an option). It can be pretty scary to talk to someone you don't know about your inner most worries. You're taking a big step, and I'm proud of you for that.

You've looked at your situation, whatever tough things you're experiencing, and you've decided to prioritize you and your mental health-- and that's amazing. It's a hard decision to make sometimes, and as simple as it should be, it's not that easy. I'm so happy that mental health is talked about and therapy is so much more accepted now a days. Growing up I was in a situation where we "didn't talk about ourselves to other people" and that can be so very lonely when you are feeling really down.

I wanted to mention a couple things that I didn't know going into therapy-- in case they help at all, but obviously every experience is different, so feel free to take or leave the advice :)

Firstly, therapy doesn't solve things overnight. Sometimes it'll take weeks, or months, or years to unpack some of the things you really need to work through. It'll take time. When I went to therapy for the first time, for some reason I thought I'd just be able to dump all my problems out on a table and the therapist would pick one and we'd work on it. Instead it was a gradual thing, where they got to know me, I got to know them, and the more we talked the more we were able to unravel. I just don't want you to get discouraged if it takes longer than you planned, it's definitely a process.

Secondly, something to remember, is not all therapists are going to vibe with you. It took me a few tries before I found a therapist that really worked well with me. If you don't feel like it's helping, consider looking into a different therapist, sometimes it's not the therapy that you're struggling with, but just a mismatched vibe with your therapist. If you can help it-- don't give up right away, try another, I was really grateful that I did.

Thirdly, and if you're like me, this is a tough one. Remember to advocate for yourself. Sometimes a therapist may want to try certain therapies, or exercises, and it's something you've tried and just isn't working for you, or they want to go a medication route and you dont, or maybe they're saying something you disagree with. Remember you're your own advocate here, and they're here to help you, not hinder you from getting to where you want to be. Speak up for yourself if you can.

Lastly, therapy, especially the first few, don't always end in happy feelings. Think of it like a muscle in your leg that you haven't been using for years...and it's atrophied. You have to build that muscle back up, and it can really hurt occasionally during that time. You might leave therapy feeling worse once or twice because you're finally letting out some of that vitriol you've been holding onto for so long. It should feel better later.. maybe the next day, but it may not feel great the same day. That's a perfectly reasonable experience to have, and if you feel awesome, that is too!

Anyway lovelies, not sure if that helps, but I wanted to share it just in case it helped someone.

Whether you're going to therapy tomorrow, or soon, or ever, or never, I am really proud of you. You're doing what you need for you, and that's the most important thing. You deserve good things, and healthy thoughts and positive feelings. You really do. You got this <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

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hxney-lemcn · 7 months

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Scavenger — Farmworld! Finn Mertens x gn! reader

summery: After Finn saved their life, reader becomes a family friend of the Mertens. What happens when the family becomes too accustomed to their presence?

tw: mentions of blood and injury (nothing too descriptive but it's there). hurt/comfort. this is gn! but I couldn't find a good term for a gn! parent...but you can choose what they call you :)

a/n: I am so down bad for Farmworld Finn that it brought me out of my hole and got me writing again lmao. So enjoy

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The sun beat down heavily as I ventured from stall to stall. I shifted my scarf to better cover my shoulders from the sunlight. I was a scavenger. I explored the desolate lands that were already looted as is and took any interesting trinkets I could manage to find. I’d trade it for food or any other things I needed, then I’d head out of the city to the Merten's household. It was a lineup I ended in a long time ago.

Years ago, I found myself attacked by a group of mutant coyotes while on a hunt. I fought them off the best I could, but ended up wounded in return. I cursed myself for not carrying more medical supplies. I cleaned and wrapped my wounds to the best of ability, but I knew I needed to head back to the city. The walk back felt longer than I remembered, and suddenly in my slightly dazed mind, I realized I wasn’t aware of my surroundings.

Scavenging was a dangerous practice. You had to be aware of your surroundings at all times, because for all you knew you were on some gang territory and you’d be dead or seriously injured. I myself didn’t join any gang, I worked alone. Which may seem dumb, but I find that you’re not too much safer in any gang than alone. They’re all selfish and only seem to care for themselves. Even without gangs, you have to be aware of wildlife, as everything has become more dangerous. Not to mention stocking up. You can’t bring too much with you, not that there’s much supplies anyways, but if you bring too little you might as well be dead.

I kept walking, trying to gather in my surroundings. Blood started to drip down my arm, my wound having been poorly bandaged. I tried to stay calm as the pain was pounding throughout my body, hoping glob would look down on me with pity and bring me someone who would help.

I couldn’t stop the pained yelp as I absentmindedly brushed against a thorny bush. My chest constricted as the world started to spin, stars invading my vision. If this was how I ended…it would honestly be really sad. I kept walking until I stumbled to the ground. Perhaps I should rest. I leaned back against a tree, focusing on breathing properly. The swirling got worse as I heard a branch being broken. I took out my dagger, looking around, which only made everything worse.

I closed my eyes hard, trying to correct my vision. If I’m dying, I’m going down fighting. More rustling was heard and I quickly opened my eyes, only to see a man in front of me. He was tall, fit, and had one prosthetic arm. I don’t remember seeing him in any gangs, I would remember since he definitely stands out. I can only hope he’ll be merciful.

“Please…help,” I whispered out before I finally fell unconscious.

That was how I met Finn Mertens.

Merciful he was. Him and his children helped nurse me back to health, and in return, I helped around the house where I could. At first, Finn didn’t want me doing anything, but I insisted that I wasn’t going to be a burden on this already large family. So he agreed I could help the kids with small house chores. It felt embarrassing when he told his oldest kid, Jay, to keep an eye on me.

When I was nearly fully healed, I thanked the family, and promised to visit and bring them something for their kindness. Finn seemed a bit weary, but didn’t protest.

Which led to now. I’ve grown quite close to the family. When I’m out scavenging, I can’t help but search for toys or items the kids would enjoy, or possibly even Finn…but he’s a bit hard to please. When in the city, I trade for items that I know will help them out, and in return, they allow me to stay for as long as I need to. It's a nice symbiotic relationship.

I smiled as I finally approached the house. I managed to get some really good meat, and I was even thinking of cooking something for the family. I only hope Finn doesn’t react too badly to the proposition. I understand how the soup they’ve been eating means a lot to them, and I hope I’m not overstepping, but I also know how they must want to try something different.

I knocked on the door, hoping it would be Finn answering so I could talk to him about the meal first. It seemed like glob really was on my side as Finn stood on the other side.

“You know you don’t have to knock anymore,” Finn greeted.

I looked off to the side a bit embarrassed, “I know but I still feel awkward about it.” I wasn’t sure if I was seeing things, but I swear he slightly smiled.

“Come in,” He motioned.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, almost forgetting what I was gonna ask due to his handsomeness. “Hey I was wondering-”

I was cut off by a chorus of the younger kids calling out my name.

“Hey guys,” I smiled, setting my sack on the kitchen counter. “I gotta talk to your dad real quick okay? Then I’ll come and see what you’re up to.”

“Okay!” They cheered, pushing each other slightly as they ran off.

I turned back to Finn who was already looking at me, I felt shy under his gaze. It was held with a warmth I normally only see him look at his kids with. I opened my sack revealing the cut of meat I got.

“I was wondering if it would be okay to cook something for dinner,” I finally said, keeping my eyes down. It was silent for a few seconds which put me a bit on edge, “I don’t mean to overstep or anything, I totally understand if you want to stick to the stew. I can just add the meat to that-”

“Okay.”

I looked up at him in shock, “Seriously?”

He nodded, “I can help.”

My heart stuttered, not expecting him to let me cook in the first place, let alone help. “O-okay!” I slightly stuttered, feeling a warmth enveloping me at the situation. “Do you have any seasonings?”

At first it was only Finn and I cooking, but slowly, the kids started joining as well. Some came when I didn’t come find them like I promised earlier, others enticed by the smell of something other than stew. It was nice, a big family bonding moment.

I think that's what kept drawing me back. Not only did I find Finn to be handsome, but his family was such a welcoming one. I wasn’t a fan of children, I didn’t really have any experience with them. Growing up in a wasteland, children meant more mouths to feed. And I was never really focused on finding love or making a family. I had to look after myself. I didn’t have land, or any prestige. Just a scavenger looking for their next meal.

So being tended to and cared for by five children was a bit of a shock. I got to know them on a personal level and my aversion to children seemed to vanish. I was awkward around them at first, but I learned how to treat them, and soon I found myself wanting to be there for them. The domesticity of it all warmed me in a way I thought was impossible. It made me forget that the world was unforgiving, that there was still good in the world.

“Dinner is served,” I stated proudly, seven plates of food set on the table.

“Thanks (momma/daddy),” Bonnie thanked absentmindedly before digging in.

I felt myself tense, looking over to Finn who also seemed tense. Oh glob please tell me I didn’t do something wrong. I mean her calling me as her parent wasn’t my fault, but I didn’t want to seem like I was replacing their beloved mother. Nothing was said as the children ate without worry. Jay tried to talk about something he found, and I tried replying like I wasn’t sweating bullets, but I think he felt the tension too.

Once dinner was finished, I went to wash the dishes, wanting to avoid any thought of what just happened. If I pretend like nothing happened, it never did…yup. It didn’t help that after everyone was finished eating (which was very quick), Finn just walked out the door.

“Hey,” Jay popped in.

“Hello,” I replied, putting the dish to the side to be rinsed.

Without saying anything, he helped rinse the dishes. It was like that for a minute before he finally said something, “You’ve become a member of our family. We still love our mother…but you’ve helped bring back something she left. Dad’s been a lot happier…Neptr’s been learning a lot more with the gadgets you bring him. Stormo’s gotten a lot stronger with the basic defense you teach him. Fern found that he loves nature through what you’ve taught him in the forest. Bonnie loves having someone to play with. And…you’ve helped me with…my thing…”

“How’s Little D been?” I asked with a soft smile.

“Good,” Jay blushed slightly. “I know Dad is still struggling with Mom’s passing…but you’re good for this family. So…please don’t leave.”

I looked over to him in shock, “Leave? Oh Jay, I’m not leaving. I just…don’t want to seem like I’m replacing her. And ultimately, the decision is up to your father. I mean…if he deems…I don’t know, that I’ve become too close, or…I know I’m just overthinking. I just don’t want to upset anyone.”

“You’re not upsetting anyone,” Finn’s voice rang out from behind us. I felt myself flustered in embarrassment at the fact he heard about my worries. Jay took it as his queue to leave and I turned around to face the man I was slightly avoiding. Finn motioned me to follow him and we sat in the living room, the kids being occupied by their own interests.

“I’m…sorry if I made you feel that way earlier,” Finn apologized, staring into the fireplace.

“It’s not your fault,” I laughed nervously. “You know how I get.” His gaze fell onto me, and the pure emotion in his eyes made me melt.

“I’ve come to realize just how important you are to our family, how important you are to me,” He continued. My heart melted even worse when he called his family ours. “...I…” He seemed to struggle with what he was trying to communicate.

I slid closer to him, putting my hand over his gently. Our fingers intertwined and suddenly the room felt really warm. I think I know what he’s trying to imply, but I want to be 100% sure. We sat like that for a few minutes, letting him think of the right way of saying what he wanted to.

“Would you stay, and officially become a part of our family?” He asked, the lightest tint of pinks covering his cheeks.

“Are you asking me to marry you?” I blurted out, feeling my own cheeks warm at the thought. Although we never officially courted or dated…I wouldn’t be opposed.

“We can take things slow if you’d rather.”

Leaning over, I kissed his cheek, “I think we’ve been going pretty slow.”

…

“Good job Bonnie,” Jay whispered, handing her a fruit he got from the city as they watched their dad and new parent finally come together.

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merakiui · 1 year

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Hello! Your work is always so good, especially for this event! May I place an order for a flower bouquet with sea salt caramels and sugar stars (lactation) for Jade Leech and a fem!reader? Thank you for your time!

yandere!jade leech x (female) reader cw: slight yandere, nsfw, drugging/use of potions, lactation, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, brief mentions of pregnancy note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

In hindsight, it was foolish to accept the unlabeled vial from Jade. Anyone with half a mind would know to turn the other way and start running if he approached them, dressed primly in his lab coat and goggles, holding his newest creation with a twisted sort of pride mirroring that of a mad scientist boasting their prized monster to the world. But you didn’t have much of a choice, having been indebted to him ever since you failed to uphold your end of the deal you struck with Azul, and by now you’ve grown accustomed to taste-testing all of the absurd potions he concocts.

Initially, you thought you could get out of obeying Azul’s every command if you just acted clumsy and brainless, and it had worked at first. Azul had decided you’d be better off in the kitchen rather than on the floor taking and delivering orders. But then the kitchen almost went up in flames and so you were quickly demoted to inventory and then stocking, both tasks you proved to be abysmal at. Azul had attempted to pawn you off to Floyd, who was not in the mood to keep you as his own, and so you soon found yourself at Jade’s doorstep, who was so very willing to welcome you with a pleasant simper.

You know you shouldn’t be surprised when the effects of his potions stray into embarrassing territory. He’s always had a talent for crafting alchemical mischief. Last week, it was a potent aphrodisiac. The week before that was a potion that had temporarily blessed you (or cursed you depending on how you view it) with fins and gills, and you had to spend the entire day in the Mostro Lounge aquarium while Jade fashioned a cure, deliberately taking his time just to spite you.

Today’s potion is a little different. At first you assumed he’d mixed a failure when nothing immediately happened, but within minutes you began to feel the strangest sensation in your breasts. It was a dull, uncomfortable ache; you thought your breasts had gotten fuller in the span of a few minutes and you’d even poked at them when Jade had turned away, marveling at the pudgy heaviness. Jade had asked you how you were faring; you know he only cares about the results of his potion and not what said results do to your mental and physical health. The question hardly reached your ears because, at that very moment, liquid dampened the padding of your bra.

With eyes blown wide, you looked down your shirt and into your bra to find two wet patches, growing significantly in size the more you stood slack-jawed.

Jade presses himself against you before you can make your escape, his gloved hands tugging your shirt up and over your head, leaving you in just your bra. He pulls it up to observe the stains and then your breasts, which are leaking thin, translucent trails.

“Fascinating,” he mumbles, a word spoken in breathy amazement, and he gives your breast an experimental squeeze. Milk comes out in creamy spurts, and you suppress a flustered whimper.

“N-Not fascinating!” you hiss, squirming against him. “What the hell did you give me, you creep?! What sort of magic drug—”

“I couldn’t possibly tell you. That’s why I had you test it, and from the looks of it I’ve managed to brew something very entertaining.”

You roll your eyes and swat at his reaching hand. “Well, fix it. This feels...” You swallow thickly when he pinches your perky, glistening nipple between his thumb and forefinger to coax more milk out. Your voice falters. “F-Feels weird...”

“Oh? Would you be willing to elaborate?”

Not really, you think, but if complying is the only way to move towards a cure you’ll have to enlighten him.

“It just feels...” Your hand closes around his and you lean against him, nearly boneless when he squeezes your other breast. It prompts a soft, sweet sigh from your lips. “It feels like... Like when you stretch really good and your joints pop.”

“Ah, so it’s relieving. In that case, it would be a shame to leave you in such a messy state. Allow me to help.”

You weigh his words on your internal scale. “Fine,” you eventually mutter, brows furrowed. “But I don’t owe you anything in return. You were the one who made that potion, so you take responsibility.”

“And you were the one who drank it.”

“Only because I had to! If I wasn’t stuck with you, I’d never—ooh!” A particularly rough squeeze has you arching your back against him. Milk runs down your chest in thick streams, far more plentiful than before. You slap your hands over your mouth, face flaring with warmth.

Jade chuckles, low and husky. “You were saying?”

“S-Shut up.”

“I couldn’t possibly when you seem so keen to engage in delightful conversation,” he says with a hum, reaching over to pluck something from the shelf.

You follow his movements with a frown, soon realizing that the object in his hand is a glass jar. His intentions dawn on you at once. “You can’t be serious. You’re a freak, Jade.” It’s at that same moment when something pokes your ass from behind, and your face contorts in disgust. “Jaaade, you’re gross! I’m not helping you with that! I’m only your contractual taste-tester, not your contractual...” You trail off in embarrassment. “Y-You know what I mean.”

“I’m aware,” he says dismissively, positioning the jar under your breast. “I’m not very partial to wasting ingredients. Besides, I’m certain you taste as appetizing as you look. Shall I make something out of this and serve it to Azul and Floyd for their critique? Or shall I keep it all to myself? I’m quite tempted to do the latter. You see, I’ve always wondered...” His voice lowers into a whisper, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. You shiver, chewing your lip to muffle your groans when he twists your nipple roughly, filling the glass with some of your milk. “How would you taste if you were truly pregnant?”

His fingers dig into soft flesh, handling you with the same skillful precision a farmer might possess when milking a heifer. His grip is painfully possessive, but that’s the last thing on your mind when his words leave you speechless.

“I suppose I can satisfy myself with this for now.” The jar is already halfway full. Your body feels as if it’s on fire; part of you wonders if he mixed an aphrodisiac into that potion because there’s simply no way you’ll find relief after just one filled jar. Perhaps you’d feel more blissful pleasure if it weren’t for his eerie admissions filling your head like a swarm of terrible flies, buzzing incessantly about how, if you were pregnant, you’d have no choice but to follow him into the future as his contractual obligation and then his wife and then a mother to lots of baby eels. “Although these games are never fun after the fact... What a pity.”

“W-What do you mean?”

“All pleasant things have time limits. I suspect this potion will only last for the day, and your milk will only stay so fresh. Truly a shame.” Jade’s teeth prick your ear; there’s a vicious smirk in his voice when he speaks next. “I wonder... Have you ever considered names? You might need them if I’m to have my fill of your milk in the foreseeable future.”

You know this is far from a humorous situation, but you still manage an awkward laugh. “Don’t say weird stuff like that.”

Jade chuckles and sets the jar on the shelf, turning you so that you can face him. Though he sounds composed, his face is flushed with arousal. He lowers to your height, taking hold of both of your leaky, milky tits with his hands, studying them with such focus it’s as if he’s been charmed.

“I wonder how many I could give you. How full you’d look. How soft you would become...” he mumbles, mostly to himself, but you catch it anyway.

“Keep dreaming, Jade.”

“I most certainly will.”

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piosplayhouse · 1 month

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Niche fandom happenings to take your mind after whatever stuffs happening in your fandom:

So as you can probably deduce, the model horse collecting hobby is made up mostly of older people. The hobby has been well established since the dawn of the Internet and I've talked a few times about how it's difficult to find some older resources about it/its history because of how every other link you click on which used to lead to a hobbyist artist's angelfire blog now is just a dead link or worse, bought out by some ad company sitting on the URL. Up until recently, a huge portion of hobby talk still relied on now-defunct Yahoo groups; now most have moved to either forums like Model Horse Blab or private Facebook groups. Individually most of these are pretty decentralized, but since model collecting by nature is a hobby that requires a significant amount of financial interaction (buying, trading, selling, commissioning, etc.), there has to be some kind of centralized marketplace for people to pitch their goods to as many corners of the hobby as possible.

Enter Model Horse Sales Pages (MH$P), a, well, site where people can post sales pages for model horses and accessories. It's an old fashioned sales pages site from the 2000s with a somewhat shitty layout but unparalleled detailed search functions-- to order things from a seller, you'd have to personally email them to negotiate for their listing. Though this seems somewhat inconvenient to our modern senses used to one click payments and speedy delivery, MH$P is undoubtedly a pillar of the model horse community.

... So that's why people are scrambling as it's allegedly been hacked and taken down for the foreseeable future. Worrying about personal information aside, now fans are left to wonder: what's the alternative? Well, the first one is of course eBay, which many hobbyists already use. However, eBay is obviously less catered to model horse hobbyists and is therefore a bit harder to search if you're deep in the hobby and can't be assed to look through 4000 "plastic horse" titled listings to find the 2008 SR glossy xX Devilish Girlfriend++ Thoroughbred you want. MH$P occupied a specific niche for long time fans looking for grails.

So what are our alternatives for people in the hobby looking to buy from others in the hobby? Well, there's a few decentralized official dealers like Chelsea's Model Horses or Triple Mountain who you can consign older models to, but going through a middleman takes time and you have much less freedom in your personal listings. Alternatively, you could go grassroots and post listings in Facebook groups and on forums, but those have reaches limited to the members of those specific, often small, groups, and it can be hard to move stock that way. So now people are looking for a backup marketplace platform, both for the current situation and longtime health of the hobby. But imagine my surprise when I went on Model Horse Blab and saw people suggesting an alternative site kickstarted by

STAR STABLE ONLINE YOUTUBER DENIS/DENISE WISESTORM. Denis has been a controversial figure in the SSO fandom (though there's pretty much no uncontroversial ssotubers especially on ssoblr because clickbaiting and weird reactionary takes are like the bread and butter of that side of the fandom) who's been called out for having some alt-right homophobic views in the past, as well as for his abject and unproductive negativity towards improvements made on the game. He's a lps customizer and pretty prolific breyer collector, though, so his drive to create a model trading and selling platform makes sense at least. But still! Why him!!!!!!

#breyer #ssoblr

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rudrjobdesk · 2 years

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sad-sweet-cowboah · 1 year

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Hello! Incoming Arthur x fem! reader request 🙏🏼

I got the idea from a little side dialogue where Arthur complains to Hosea that his back is sore and when Hosea offers to take care of it, Arthur declines lol.

BUT I was thinking that Arthur and reader are good friends. After noticing on their way back from a job that his back is a mess, she offers to massage him. He hesitates at first but obvi accepts 😏 maybe he lays down on the bedroll and she straddles him to massage him? or something tamer like he sits in front of her and she takes care of him that way?

The Guise of Night

Summary: Arthur got hurt and you decided to help him.

Warnings: Just your regular fluff!

Word Count: 3,057

A/N: I didn't die...again...I promise! I certainly hope this one lives up to expectations. It's your choice on what Arthur does next at the end...

“Arthur?”

The outlaw’s wayward thoughts centered him back to reality, at least the reality of the sharp, nagging pain that jabbed the very center of his spine with every other rhythmic hoofbeat as his horse trotted along. And unfortunately, that was quite often.

His attempt to be stoic about it was failing rather quickly in your presence, in case you were to tease him about how he received this injury; his faithful steed tripped over a tree root while running and sent Arthur flying—his landing unfortunately onto a sharp rock, enough to knock the wind from his chest and sending stars to erupt in his spinning vision. He’s of course had his fair share of falls, but this...this was by far one of the worst. It was by some stupid miracle he wasn’t paralyzed.

Admittedly, he’d reached behind him in attempts to soothe the tender swelling beneath his vest more often than he’d realized, thus clearly showing his discomfort despite being so nonchalant about it.

“You alright?” you asked, keeping your mare to trot in sync with him.

He sighed. No use in continuing to feign. “Rocks ain’t exactly soft,” he muttered. “Pretty damn lucky I didn’t break somethin’.”

You glanced at his lower back with a furrowed brow, and then back to him directly. “Do you need to stop for a minute? You look too uncomfortable.”

Shaking his head, he tilted his head toward the path ahead. “Nah, we ain’t too far out from camp now. No point in stoppin’.”

“If you insist then,”

The ride back to camp wasn’t even twenty more minutes. But to Arthur, it felt like hours. Even the slow, easy trot his horse maintained was almost too much. Still, he managed to make it back, albeit having trouble dismounting and bringing his normal supplies back into camp. The stiffness in his gait was all too noticeable, yet thankfully no one else but Hosea mentioned his discomfort.

And of course, Hosea with his expansive knowledge of remedies offered to help, but Arthur declined, stating he just needed some stew and a good night’s rest to be as fit as a fiddle.

Late that night, he wished he’d stocked up on some health cures when passing through Valentine earlier.

It was fairly late when he’d sat up from his failed attempts to sleep, rubbing his sore eyes and his even more sore back—and wincing. Without any immediate relief, he was definitely struggling more than he’d like to admit.

Perhaps a bit of alcohol was to help.

He leaned over his cot, reaching for the worn leather satchel rather slowly and stiffly, digging through the multitude of belongings until his fingers found purchase of a cool bottle neck. He grasped it and whipped it out, sitting up faster than he intended.

Arthur hissed out a swear vulgar enough to make a nun blush, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.

“Arthur? Was that you?”

He stiffened at his own name, then immediately relaxed after recognizing your voice. He then peered out from his overhang to see into the darkness. Silhouettes of tents and inky black trees in the background lay unmoving until your figure appeared in his sights.

Why were you up this late too?

“Yeah,” he responded quietly.

“Why are you up this late?” You asked, your silhouette moving closer to the wagon that housed his belongings.

“Could ask ya the same,” he joked, though the pain was clear in his voice. “Can’t sleep with this God-awful ache.”

You hummed so quietly he thought he imagined it. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he watched you step even closer, and the gleam of the half-moon reflected onto something in your hand. He at first thought you somehow had the same thought of late-night drinking, only to realize the bottle was much smaller.

“I found this,” you held up the bottle. As he opened his mouth to ask, you continued. “It ain’t a health cure, but it’s liniment.”

“Liniment?” He repeated with confusion.

“For muscle pain,” you clarified. “I got it from some fancy doctor down in Saint Denis.”

“You was bringin’ it over here?” He continued.

“Yeah…” you said, shuffling even closer so now that you were just barely under the canvas. “I couldn’t sleep so I was rearranging some of my stuff, then I found it. I wasn’t thinking you would be awake, just wanted to drop it off.”

He peered up at you—well, your silhouette anyhow, the faint silver moonbeam doinglittle to show him more than the soft billow of your clothing in a gentle breeze. He then reached over to his oil lamp, igniting the flame to burn at a low golden flicker. Your figure illuminated immediately—your torso draped in a fine silk nightgown, let your upper torso protected by a shawl. The bottle remained in your hand and you held it up, the liquid sloshing inside.

He plucked it from your hand, eyes skimming over the slightly faded label. It mentioned rubbing on the skin for instant relief. He’d heard about this but never cared enough to try and obtain it, since health cures were easier. “So I jus’ slap it on?”

You nodded. “I’ve used it myself a few times, works like a charm in taking the edge off.”

With a low hum, Arthur’s eyes swept over the bottle again. He supposed he could try it; it couldn’t hurt any more than he was. “Well, thank you.”

“Of course,” you said with a smile. “Uh...this may sound odd, but mind if I put it on for ya?”

His breath hitched at that. He of course wasn’t a stranger to women offering a service for him, usually a young bath girl in hopes to make a quick buck by providing sweet talk and a nice wash on the rare occasion he’d get to indulge. Fleeting moments that he’d soon forget about with a move to the next state over.

You were not as such, opting to ground your finances in a rather morally questionable way, just like the rest of them. He’d seen you shoot lawmen in the blink of an eye, pickpocket unsuspecting inebriated men in the saloon, lasso a wild Mustang and ride its bucks until the beast foamed and sleek with sweat, too exhausted to continue the fight. A woman of civilization would cringe at your acts.

Yet, that was the furthest thing on his mind.

A wild woman you were, but not without a tender heart. The kindness you’d shown him since you first joined was much more than he deserved, yet you never relented.

There was always that one question, “Why?” he asked.

“I learned a few massage techniques along my travels,” you explain. “Don’t have the occasion to use it often enough.”

“Uh,” his eyes swept across the trodden grass beneath his feet, a wave of warmth rushing to his face. To even perform something so...intimate, it seemed improper. But with the pain that didn't seem to alleviate, what further harm could it truly do? He finally shrugged and said, “Sure,” before handing the bottle back to you.

A smooth smile appeared on your lips, and you gestured for him to remove his shirt and lay down. He began to do so, rather slowly and awkwardly, knowing your eyes were on him as he revealed his top half for the first time, too afraid to even attempt to look at the damage in the mirror. Carefully he laid down on his stomach, skin prickling from the odd sensation of being...exposed...to you, in such a vulnerable position.

He heard you step closer, your presence hovering over him as you presumably observed his back. “Jesus, Arthur...” you murmured.

His head peeked up at that. “Can’t imagine it looks pretty.”

“Unless you call a bruise ‘pretty’,” you amusingly replied. “Surprised there ain’t any blood.”

“You n’ me both,”

The sudden touch of your hand made him flinch. Your fingers were surprisingly soft and light, dragging down along the expanse of his back, and halted right at the edge of his tender flesh. He tensed, waiting for the inevitable agonizing pain. Instead, your fingertip circled, still with featherlight pressure, around the area.

“Lots of swelling here...” you observed, before Arthur heard the unmistakable yanking of the cork from the glass bottle. A few seconds passed before cool liquid dripped onto his back.

Your palm rested on his spine before you began to move in a circular motion, each pass becoming bigger than the last. The liniment spread along easily, its cooling sensation spreading to soothe his angry wound. He released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, thankful the expected pain had been dulled.

What happened next was unexpected.

He felt his cot shift slightly with your weight as you straddled his thighs. His head shot up and his heart hammered, your name sliding from his lips in surprise.

“Shh,” you cooed, reaching to pat his shoulder. “Just relax, okay?”

This was completely new, and any other time he would have immediately stood and left. But your voice, your touch, soothed him just like this liniment was doing to his aching back. He had no reason not to trust you, after all.

He took a deep breath. “Okay,” he replied.

“Good, I’ll work up here first,” you patted his shoulder again, before both hands were placed against the swell of muscle on either side. The pressure was slight as you began to work, kneading and pushing along his body like bread dough.

Bath girls have done this countless times, but your technique was different. It wasn’t just rubbing, it felt much more complex; managing to hit every pit of tension he held. A twinge of pain that soothed itself almost instantly with just the right amount of pressure.

With each stroke he felt himself relax even more, so much that he could have melted into a puddle if it were physically possible. The breath he released rattled with a low groan.

“You alright?” You quietly asked, hesitant with your movement.

“‘Course,” he rasped. “Ain’t ever felt so damn good in my life.”

“Ah, don’t exaggerate,” you giggled lightly.

“I ain’t,” Arthur assured you. “Never had anything like this before.”

“Then you haven’t lived,” you replied, steadily moving to his mid back, dragging your palms perpendicular to either side of his spine. “The bath girls do a decent job, but nothing close to this.”

“No kiddin’,” he groaned, falling deeper with such ease. He couldn’t remember the last time he truly felt this peaceful, if at all.

The conversation quieted down as you methodically worked lower along his back, taking extra care to work out any “knots”, as you called them, to find that he was riddled with such. Every individual release felt like heaven; his own body almost gelatinizing beneath your capable hands.

Hell, if it hadn’t been for your occasional shift upon his thighs, he would’ve fallen asleep.

Although as relaxed as he was, he was still very aware of how you positioned yourself atop him. It’d been years since a woman had gotten this close without the temptation of money. You didn’t ask for compensation, instead just offered without a second thought.

He often wondered why you chose to be so good to him, Lord knows he doesn’t deserve it. Favors often didn’t come without a price in this world. Yet you never asked nor expected anything from him, an almost suspicious at first, yet pleasant, surprise.

The thought, however, crossed Arthur’s mind more than he’d like to admit.

But how would that appear to the others? To you? Would you get the wrong idea? Would you think he was sweet on you? What if you didn’t like it?

The sensation of your thumb grazing across a particularly thick knot spiraled him back to the present, a soft hiss sliding from his teeth.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured gently, the pressure lightening. “Is that better?”

“Yeah…” he sighed out, closing his eyes as the lump of tension dissipated. That was the relationship between the two of you, he thought. Him; a grizzled outlaw hardened by life’s woes. Then there was you…a unique combination resulting from the world’s cold abrasiveness, yet still retained a gentleness that belonged to a more civilized pathway, a balance to soothe his rough exterior.

You were…nothing short of amazing.

His entire body flinched involuntarily when you’d reached low enough to handle his injury. Your hand stopped at his sudden jerk, hovering just above the bruised skin.

“Easy there,” you cooed, your voice still soft. “Let me know if it’s too much…” a tender graze navigated the swelling. Though still sore, the liniment allowed it to be bearable.

He breathed, slowly, attempting to convince his body to relax once again. “Go on,” he rumbled. “Ain’t gonna get much worse.”

The pressure was slight, almost like a tickle. The movement was different, though, circular and drawing outwards rather than the constant crisscrossing of your previous paths. It almost seemed as if you were drawing a sun on his back.

“This is just to aid the swelling,” you explained, his unasked question now answered. “It opens up more space for drainage.”

Seems like massage was much more than just relaxing folk. He had to wonder where exactly you learned this from, and why you chose to rough it as an outlaw rather than living a much more comfortable life with such valuable knowledge.

So he decided to voice it. “How come you ain’t makin’ money on this somewhere else?”

You giggled, sliding your palm through the very core of the pain and to the side, as if attempting to drag it away. “You mean, ‘why not satisfy countless men with my hands when I’d rather be here?’”

You were good at reading his mind sometimes, perhaps too good. It wasn’t exactly his intention, but the thought of you doing this to a stranger didn’t settle right in his belly. “Uh…” he huffed, trying to keep from bracing again.

“Perhaps I could, should I decide I’m done sleeping in the dirt and robbing rich folk of their precious pearls,” you continued, the smile audible in your voice. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Arthur chuckled. “Wouldn’t exactly call this life, ‘fun’.”

“It has its moments,” you replied, “Especially when Dutch’s brute of a Lieutenant gets a drink or two and loosens up.”

Arthur snorted, turning his head to give you a sideways look. “Now I ain’t always a brute.”

“Course not, not when you have some booze,” you joked, grinning down at him. “You’re a lot more fun that way.”

“Y’ think so?” Arthur drawled, a smile of his own tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“From the escapade I heard you had with Lenny,” you recounted. “Stirrin’ up enough trouble for the lawmen to chase you outta town!”

“I made it out, didn’t I?” he chuckled. “Honestly, I might’ve gone too far that night...all for the sake of forgettin’ ‘bout Micah.”

“Well...it ain’t very often we get to let loose, you know?” you said. “Shame we can’t do it more often.”

“Would be nice,” Arthur agreed, though internally cringed at the memory of that night in the saloon. “…Maybe.”

“Well, wouldn’t be bad if it was just you and me,” you say thoughtfully. “I’d keep ya in line.”

“That so—” he groaned and tensed as you hit a particularly sore spot.

Your pressure lightened significantly, easing him back into a state of relaxation. Your hips shifted and he could feel your presence hovering closer over him, your breath just ghosting along the shell of his ear as you whispered, “I know I can…”

For whatever godly reason, this action manifested a knot in his belly. A knot that stirred an emotion he’d locked away so long ago, it was almost foreign. His heart began to pound. Not out of anxiety, but a rare excitement.

Just as the feeling began to swell, you seated yourself back to your original position as if you’d never moved in the first place, focusing right back to his injury.

Arthur was left breathless, his mind abuzz. Why on earth did that happen to him just now? He wanted to ask what exactly you meant by that, but deep down in his gut, he knew exactly what it truly meant.

How was it that you out all people would elicit such a wayward thought when he’d attempted to hide it for years? You…a woman of such strength and kindness and a spitfire attitude who would boldly refuse a comfortable civilian life to live in the dirt with the rest of them.

It seemed as if he’d answered his own question.

“You doing alright?” You asked, breaking his train of thought.

“Uh…” he hesitated, wondering what to say next. “Sure.”

“Pressure too much?”

“Nah,” he shook his head lightly. “Jus’…relaxin’, is all.”

The exact words were lost to him. Hell, there was no proper form of thought to even remotely describe the tornado whirling and wreaking havoc in his mind currently. Confusion, happiness, contentedness, nostalgic, and maybe even…forlorn.

It never truly occurred to him just how much he missed the essence of intimacy, having convinced himself he was unworthy and undeserving. Still is, really, how you willingly offered to cater to his comfort was still a complete mystery to him.

“May…may I ask you somethin’?”

There was a slight pause in your movement before you continued. “Yeah?”

“Why are ya doin’ this for me, really?” He inquired. “Coulda jus’ left me with that concoction.”

A small giggle curled into the still air like fine smoke. Your hands smoothed up his back and back down, gliding through his muscles with no effort. “Well, I suppose you might already know,” your tone held a slight playfulness to it, like a teasing child.

And just at an instant, your weight disappeared from him. He blinked and turned to look at you as you straightened the ruffles from your nightgown. You peered up and smiled innocently at him, except the telltale gleam in your eye held another story. “See you in the morning, Mr. Morgan,” you say, swiveling on your heel to sidle towards your sleeping area.

He had half a mind to tell you to stay. Instead, he muttered a flustered, “thank you,” before attempting to redress his torso.

#Arthur Morgan #Arthur Morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan x female reader

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kirbybecomesastarwarrior · 16 days

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The Tale of Young Fisher (The Little King)

King Fisher Saga (Part 1)

The kingdom of Patchland used to be part of the galaxy's system until Fluff's father (King Fisher) hid it away... And thus, the kingdom of Patchland became a legend. It was a kingdom where poverty didn't exist, no one ever went hungry, and the people were always happy... It had been lost for ages until a certain pink puffball found their way in. (Kirby's Epic Yarn.)

In the past Patchland itself was never really taken seriously...

It was in the far reaches of the galaxy, the place itself was not technologically advanced, the people had absolutely no fighting ability & very little magic ability. The rest of the galaxy could not take the place seriously. (Plus, it was filled with happy-go-lucky yarned people... so yeah, it was seen as a laughing stock... )

It was something King Tulle (Fisher's father) couldn't accept. He tried so hard to get into the galaxy's inner circle (their ver. paraliment)... he was enamored with joining the big leagues. Tulle convinced his people (& son) that this was necessary for the betterment of everyone in the kingdom. No being able to see that the kingdom was fine & prosperous just the way it was.

While Tulle spent his days trying to get accepted into the elites, ignoring his royal responsibilities.... Leaving a young Prince Fisher in charge of carrying out his father's duties. The people of Patchland... felt sorry for the young prince... while Tulle was their king in name, the citizens saw Fisher as their true king. (They knew who was really taking care of them.)

Fisher tried his best to get his father's love & validation by being the dutiful son. He even used all his resources to learn magic (self-taught light mage) in hopes of impressing his father, but he was never going to get it. King Tulle only saw Fisher as his successor... nothing more. King Tulle quite literally died trying... (ignoring his health & well-being).

And thus, it passed down his ambitions to Fisher... who felt that it was his duty to finish his father's unfinished work. Fisher tirelessly studied the culture of other planets & galaxies to find a way to make the Galactic Council see Patchland's worthiness.

Which was difficult because each planet had its own different set of values & virtues he needed something big to please all of them. And realized the one they all had in common was money.

Patchland had an untapped source of raw crystals and materials (cloth & such). Which held a bit of magic in them. So he figured the best way was marketing & trade. He created a series of enchanted fabrics and cloth he'd marked off.

(Ex. capes that would increase HP, a coat of chain mail to increase defense, etc.)

King Fisher was a brilliant businessman; he slowly introduced his product into the galaxy & mapped it out to trickle down to the top. (Basically a self-made man.) Eventually, getting supporters who wanted to move his products, creating the galactic trade route.

Patchland's exports and goods became extremely popular. And now the higher-up planets that once looked down on his little humble star system wanted to trade with them. Causing to sees him & his people to be seen in a new light.

Seeing his homeland as something to be admired, "Wow. Patchland must be a great place..." The people had long accepted that they weren't the most advanced corner of that galaxy (which they were fine with...) But now... the citizens of Patchland feel a sense of pride in themselves.

Fisher felt that this was all the recognition needed; after all those wretched days alone, studying & working on his craft had finally paid off... Seeing the confidence and self-worth it brought to his people... the joy it brought them.

(Navievly Fisher thought "this was what his father was talking about in what the kingdom need... " Well, It wasn't... truthfully Tulle sought glory for himself, while Fisher did it for his people & his father(Tulle)...

Fisher couldn't help but imagine what'd be like once he was able to secure a place in the elite council. The joy it would bring to him and his people... (well, it wouldn't.)

Then, the war with Nightmare broke out & soon, the galactic council & the GSA approached Fisher...They offered him a seat in the government should he choose to get involved and fund their efforts. Raising his kingdom's status (as well as his own), along with turning a profit for his goods to a wider market on a galactic scale. And protection from Nigthmare's forces as well... giving his kingdom top priority! Basically, he became the master of the coin... (Game of Thrones ref.)

He had finally accomplished what his father's dream... But at a cost.

These higher-ups didn't just want his products. The upper crusts of the galaxy were using Fisher's trade route to smuggle goods and would hide them in the fabrics he traded with. And not only that but weapons as well...

When Fisher first raised concerns his colleagues merely said, "This is just how the world works... you wanna fit in don't you..." There was an underlying fear this could all his success easily taken away. He knew far too well that they only valued him & his kingdom could give them.

Foolishly optimistic, he thought, "I'm sure it's for good reason" or "We're in a war, it makes sense..." He had worked so hard for this for so long that he just couldn't risk this. Soon, his passion project... became more of a smuggling operation.

Of course, Fisher felt guilty... at first, but it was all drowned out the more & more he did it. He was enamored and captivated by this new life at the top. Being swayed by their compliments & sweet words, he started willingly to impress his new peers. The praise he was getting (even more than his own father did...), how could he refuse.

Slowly, forgetting the values of virtues and the kind nature of his kingdom. He became jaded, losing his gratification for his work... the more his business became... a business. Back then, Fisher was truly at his happiest when he saw his work bring smiles to others... but now work was just work.

Despite this, Fisher still remained a great king... Some of the people in his kingdom were worried about getting involved with outer planets, but that all changed when the war with Nightmare started... His people weren't fighters... and Nightmare was coming after everyone in the galaxy. Making the citizens of Patchland nervous... they'd be slaughtered for sure! Then, when Fisher presented them with outside protection... with the new title he gained, and all their worries from before vanished.

"Wow, we shouldn't have doubted our king, he knows what he's doing!"

Plus, he had been looking after them since he was a child; Fisher was just doing what he had to for their kingdom.

The people were happy, but they started to notice their king would spend less time in his own home. But every time he did he showed them a (fake) smiling face, and everything was fine: he was just doing fine (he was just dying on the inside). And so the people were blissfully unaware of it all. They were happy, untouched by the war,... not knowing their once good-natured beloved king was lost in the world of the corrupt and greedy.

To be continued...

King Tulle's obsession with getting to the elites comes from a place of wanting to "prove them wrong" mentality. I also wanted to show how (in KBASW)... if your star system was considered unadvanced you're shunned from society.

Named Fluff's grandfather Tulle because... he's a tool.

Fisher's corruption is very similar to the Onceler from the Lorax movie. (And yes, I used Onceler simp in my middle school years... please don't judge.)

A well-meaning, adorkable, sweet boy... becomes a greedy, selfish man who sells his soul & morals to get recognition. But unlike the Onceler... There is no joy in it... become rather lifeless going through the motions. (similar to his Arthurian counterpart Fisher, King during his time of being injured...)

Very much based him on Robin Williams's telling of the Fisher King.

youtube

(Plus, I love this movie so much...)

Truthfully, he has the same journey as P.T. from The Greatest Showman. That's why Fisher's Theme is "From Now On."

Fisher learns his lesson just in time... which will be in part two.

(The Grand Escape of King Fisher & the Crowning of a Fool)

Stay Tuned~

#kirby #kbasw #kirby oc #prince fluff #prince fluff's father #fisher king #king fisher #kirbys epic yarn #patchland #fanlore #is there a grail at the end of this we'll see

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vnynv · 1 year

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MEET THE DISPATCHER

The Dispatcher is the RED Team's 10th mercenary who exists outside the boundaries of being an offense/defense/support class. Real name "Naima Les" (lit: Nameless) and uses she/he/they pronouns. His main stock item is a briefcase, giving him a topographic map and her teammate's locations, who she can aid through missile strikes, traps, or air supply drops.

Used to bureaucratic jungles, tax write-offs, and the occasional contract killing for a shady yet powerful firm, Dispatcher has to swallow their arrogance and learn how to fight alongside the team after a sudden transfer.

(more art and weapon ideas below! warning. p long.)

Dispatcher's stock kit (125 HP, 93% speed, weapon and PDA keybinds similar to Spy/Engineer's):

(PDA) Briefcase:

- Includes topographic map/sensors of teammates (coordinate interaction), touch-tone phone to communicate (Scout’s headset now has a reason to exist). Connected to TF Industries satellite, has automated air support, and [SPOILERS].

- Takes medium set-up time and hauling open briefcase slows speed to 85%.

Air strike (Offense)

- Calls upon a drone from the air to strike general location of enemy based on teammate’s vision (think spectating when waiting to respawn). Not suited for high speed fights; missile has timer to land. Functions similarly to Soldier’s/Demo’s explosions. Low ammo count.

Stock Missile: A ballistic missile. The missile knows where it is at all times. Base: 90 / Crit: 270. Sugar Glider: Free-fall bomb. Always Mini-crits, but less precise - easier to damage teammates. Artillery Battery: Smaller missiles rain down in a group. Splash damage, faster reload/higher ammo count. Precision-Guided Munition: Guaranteed to not hit teammates. -50% damage and no crits.

Stun traps (Defense)

- Drops stun traps to slow enemies down in hot spots (think Control Points/Payload). Functions similar to Primary taser. Can be changed for caltrops (bleeding damage) or something else, I dunno.

Air supply (Support)

- Basically interpretation of med kits/ammo on the ground. Canon cool down and wait to replenish teammate’s health/ammo/metal from afar - no biggie.

(Primary) Modified taser gun:

- Stuns enemy on impact, needs numerous shots to kill. Base: 40 damage.

2. (Secondary) Med kit: (veterinarian) (for animals) (dogs. mutts)

- Lore wise, meant for animals. Not as good as air supply health kit, but no drop time. Functions similarly to Heavy’s Sandvich.

(Melee) Swiss Army Knife / Knife of All Trades (KOAT):

- Weak in itself (30 damage) but can cause bleeding damage. If hitting teammate, temporarily buffs their primary weapon.

just some potential weapons for him! i'm more of a visual concept designer so their kit might be pretty op or underpowered, but the general basis is nerfed speed (in everything) and attack for whole-map range tradeoff. potentially a similar playstyle as engie (with a whole chilling in a lawn chair taunt), though in an alternate universe there could be a loadout for a battle!patches. i GUESS in actuality she would be counted as support, but i didn't want to ruin the 3x3 style.

anyways. she's the star of a canon/oc fic i have. tootles now.

#tf2 oc #tf2 10th class #10th class oc #dispatcher #tf2 #tf2 fanart #team fortress 2 #🚐 art #frontiersmen #finally. the accumulation of months long autism. and still going strong #my petit choufleur. my mama mia. my silly billy.#concept art #tf2 concept art #weapon concept

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stevebuckythyla · 4 months

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mygalaxypoetry · 1 year

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Sagau with the creator but... Pt.7

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"The creator has been spotted in Mondstat?! Oh no! That means big bad news is coming, isn't it!? Is the world already come to an end?!"

"It doesn't seem like it..."

"We need to stock on food, and fast!!"

"Calm down Paimon, let's go ask what the other Knights of Favonius know"

"And then we'll stock on food!"

"Classic Paimon..."

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"And the Creator said they'll be back after their trip, is that right?"

"Yes, Acting Grandmaster Jean"

"No one else is in the room except us two, Barbara, you can just call me Jean"

"O-of course, Jean!"

*knock* *Knock*

"Come in!"

"Hi Jean! We just came here to ask if you have any information about The Creator's whereabouts! Mr. Tone-Deaf-Bard said that they were spotted in the plaza a few days ago!"

"Well, lucky for you we do have some evidence other than that. Barbara here told me that the Creator came by in the Cathedral with Bennett and Razor. We wanted to talk to them but they said that they'll come back to meet us after a short trip."

"It feels like a long trip than a short one, it's been a few days after their sudden appearance!"

"The Creator is named the Creator for a reason, and that is to look after their creations. Maybe they just wanted to see how Teyvat's doing..?"

"Oh... you make a good point Barbara"

"We'll just have to wait for them to come back, I'm pretty sure their busy with their Duties as well"

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You were busy alright... busy trying to climb the one thing that terrified you the most as a low AR player, Dragonspine

You swore you won't come back to this mountain after that quest... YOU SWORE!

But you wanted to check if you'd be able to get Todoroki's quirk after getting Bakugou and Midoriya's.

Certainly a low chance of that can happen... still a chance nonetheless.

"Your Grace... are you sure you want to climb up that mountain?" Bennett asked you while Razor held his warm hand, looking up to the mountain. (Bennett getting some flashbacks because of that one event)

... you forgot, you brought your (unofficial) kids here...

"If you guys don't want to, then you can stay here while I go get the other Anemo statue. I'm not forcing you to come up with me" you told them.

"But... you might get hurt! Want to stay with you!" Razor said and hugged you, trying to convince you to stay.

You patted his head and gave him a reassuring smile. "Its only for a while, alright? And if anything bad happens, I'll teleport to you guys. How about that?" You asked and pulled away from him.

"One of the adventurers gave me some goulash if it ever feels too cold so I should be just fine. I'll leave you with the other adventurers for a while, and once I come back, we'll head back to Mondstat. Is that good?" You asked, patting both of their heads.

They looked at each other and nodded. "Alright, I'll have my bandages ready once you come back, just in case!" Bennett said with his iconic thumbs up.

You smiled and said your goodbyes for now.

You walked down the same path you entered the mountain, passing by some fatui members and waving at the frostarm lawachurl.

It kinda frightened you at first, giving some PTSD because you HAD to fight it and your party members where at low health, but it was very friendly.

Even offering you a ride up the mountain, but you politely declined.

You went up all the way to the anemo statue, which was only for a few minutes since the mobs aren't hostile to you.

Half way up the stairs... you completely forgot you needed a special red crystal that can melt the frozen ice.

"... Better than getting the kids hurt, I just need a sword user... or a claymore user" you mumbled, looking at the red crystal.

"Looking for something, your grace?"

You jumped a bit and looked behind you to see, Albedo!

"Albedo! Nice to meet you-... hold on, just let me check something.." you said and pulled his collar a bit to check if he had his star.

He was kinda startled by your sudden boldness, but you were the Creator. He hypothesized that you know everything that happened in Teyvat and this is another piece of evidence.

"Okay, your the real Albedo... Nice to meet you! Sorry if my action made feel uncomfortable, I needed to check" you apologized.

"Its okay... understandable even. I came to this area to paint and just happen to spot you. You looked like you needed help, so I'm here to assist you" he explained, looking around the area.

"I do! I need to unlock one of the Anemo statues and for me to do that, I need this crystal to melt the ice" You looked down at the red crystal.

"I don't have a weapon on me right now. Even if I did have one, I have little to no experience with it..." you sweatdropped.

"Let me help you with that, Your Grace" Albedo said and pulled out his sword.

He gave you the red crystal and you proceeded to melt the ice to unlock the Anemo statue.

You placed your right hand on the statue and your whole arm felt cold in an instant. It felt like a big ice cube just went through your arm to your stomach.

You took of your hand from the anemo statue and looked at your hand. It didn't create any ice, but it did make your hand a bit white on the tips.

"Are you okay Your Grace?" Albedo asked.

You looked at him and nodded. "I'm okay, sorry to cut my visit short but I need to head back the the campsite. My Kid- I mean, Razor and Bennett are waiting for me there" you explained.

"No need to apologize Your Grace. I hope to see you soon" he said.

"I hope to see you soon too, Albedo. See ya!" You said and left him.

"... Their peculiar compared to the Archons... "

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The Frostarm Lawachurl was waiting for you at the bottom of the mountain, its hand reaching out to you when you came down.

It wanted to offer you a ride back to the campsite and since it was its second offer, you smiled and accepted its ride.

You sat down on its hand and it proceeded to ride you back to the entrance. The gang of fatui members didn't even look at your direction, probably too scared because of the lawachurl.

It stopped and set you down gently. You thanked it, petting its arm before leaving.

You were oblivious to the Lawachurl glaring at the fatui members that dared even to come up to you.

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Uneventful, I know 😅 but I'll make sure that the next part will have some action.

#genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau #creator au #genshin impact #self aware genshin #genshin impact x reader #my hero academia #gender neutral character

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